Chapter 66: Untitled Chapter

GIANNA

Betrayal slices through me like a hot knife through butter.

“Think carefully it’s probably someone close to you, someone who has access to your things, your office or home,” Dane insisted.

“No, that can't be,” I said and pushed away from the counter, rubbing the throbbing in my temple. “The only people that have access to my things are my family and they will never betray me like this!”

“Gianna!”

“Stay away, just…just leave me alone,” I yelled blindly running up the stairs, tears blurring my eyes from seeing the way.

“Let her go,” Dane said from behind me, probably stopping Jax from chasing me.

Which is exactly what I want, I don’t need them in my face when what I really need is to go as far as my legs could take me.

I need to think, no. I need to find out who betrayed me. And I can’t do that here lock up here with…with.

I slammed the door to Dane’s bedroom then headed straight for his closet, three minutes later and I was dressed and bounding back stairs to the living room.

Frowning, both of them stared at me like I was crazy when I walked past them and grabbed a knife.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving and you’re not going to stand in my way or stop me, in fact you're going to help me,” I demanded, not about to let them stop me.

“Are you fucking serious? Have you learned nothing? Damn Gianna, you almost died,” Dane growled.

“I know, and I haven’t forgotten anything. Which is why you’re going to give me the key to the car and point me in the right direction,” I said.

Pointing the knife at them my hands shaking so badly.

“You’re fucking crazy. There’s a snowstorm out there, and the gmc is still at the accident site. None of us can go out. Besides we only need to stay here tonight, there’s a seaplane coming to transport us when the weather eases up, so we might be able to leave here tomorrow,” he adds.

“Do you think I’m buying that?” I asked, though my heart was hammering with hope at this new information.

“You should, we mean you no harm. We’ll let you go the instant it’s safe but we need to stop at NYME and investigate what is going on,” he replied.

“This thing, whatever it is, is probably bigger than you think and you might end up getting yourself in danger that means you’ll be coming with us.”

“Like hell I am! Look I get this is a whole big misunderstanding and you didn’t intend to kidnap me. And I’m even willing to believe you,” I spat glaring at him.

“But the moment we are out of here I’ll make my own decisions, unless of course you want me to sue you for kidnapping and see you sent to jail.” They both glanced at each other then nodded in unison.

“Fine.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” I’ll be stupid to go out in this weather.

“I’ll stay for now, but you better stay the fuck away from me, do you understand.”

“Crystal,” Jax replies, his gray eyes resigned. Dane just stares at me with eyes so dark they look almost black.

I throw the knife on the counter and run back to the bedroom upstairs.

That night I slept in Dane’s bed, alone. I thought my body ached but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. There’s so many thoughts that I couldn’t get a hold of one for too long.

But the one that stuck and surprisingly hurt more than finding out that someone from my family might have betrayed me was the truth about Dane and Jax’s profession.

The knowledge that I’m not someone special, just one among several women they'd had sex with in their line of business.

Why that stung most is beyond me, I knew it right from the beginning that they were different. Knowing they were not for keeps should have never hurt. Not that I was in any way hurt or angry because of that.

After all, I’m not an idiot to think I’m experienced or sexy enough to keep two high class escorts who are the embodiment of kama-sutra all to myself.

Now that would be a fucking stupid thing to think or cry about. I wipe the wet thing trailing down my face.

I’m not fucking crying, no damn it I know better than to love some male prostitutes like that pathetic woman I saw back in Chicago crying over Dane of all people.

A fucking male escort. He’s for sale, they both are. And then I fucking broke down crying my heart into the sheets and hoping tomorrow comes sooner than usual.

God why does my heart ache? I stayed long into the night crying and thinking. I didn’t know when sleep came for me, but the next morning when I woke up I was feeling like shit run over by a truck.